Durarara C-PG version
AN: This is the edited version. I will have a summary of the fight, without the intenseness of the real version. Anyway, I always appreciate reviews. Enjoy the chapter.
Cynical- Believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity.
Izaya P.O.V.
I decided to confront Shizuo. It's a last ditch effort. I need to see if I can get him to remember me. If he doesn't, I don't know what else to do. He's the one who knew me the best, who had the most memories of me. Without him, I'm lost. I feel so pitiful; I've never been this low. When I walk around Ikebukuro, no one recognizes me. No one acknowledges that I used to rule this town, manipulating them like the pawns they are. The reason for my outrageous actions was to prevent this from happening, but even my infamous reputation has diminished. My daredevil fights with Shizuo have all but been forgotten.
If people thought I was reckless and cynical before, they wouldn't believe my behavior now. I stopped eating a week ago, but I still drink water to stay alive. I just can't find the energy to eat, and I'm not hungry anyway; I don't have the will to starve myself to death. I'm getting into more fights than ever; just picking random gang members to challenge. I normally win, but when I lose, they don't kill me. If they know who I actually was and what I'd done to them, there is no way they'd let me go so easily. I kinda miss the old days when everyone feared me, and I always had to watch my back. Now, I'm lucky if they even accept my challenge to fight, let alone have them take me seriously.
Maybe I spoke to soon. My mind has a tendency to wander, and I can't focus on the fight I'm currently in. The guy got a solid uppercut to my jaw in, and I stumbled back. I kicked him in the stomach, but he hardly flinched. He charged me, and I fell back with him straddling my chest. My head snapped back, hitting the pavement, and I knew that the wound was probably bad. Shaking my head to clear my vision, I threw him off me, but I stumbled getting up. My vision swam; I ignored it. I lashed out, but my fist swung wide, just barely clipping his jaw. It wasn't enough to deter him.
He jumped me, and I fell again, landing heavily on my right arm. I thought I was still alright, but my strength was failing me as I tried to push him off. Pain shot up through my arm, stealing my breath away and making my nauseous. It wasn't until he started strangling me that I really started to panic. I couldn't buck him off. This wasn't the plan. I still have yet to face Shizuo one last time. I couldn't die, not now.
My vision started to fade to black, but I felt a sharp prick, jerking me back to consciousness. The guy had taken one hand off my throat, and somehow grabbed a knife. I hadn't even realized it until he cut through my shirt. He managed to inflict damage upon me, as I watched in horror, my brain scrambling to grasp how this situation had taken such a drastic turn.
I franticly pushed him away now that his grip around my throat had loosened. I won the fight, barely, but I was not unscathed. I had several lacerations of my chest and my right arm was numb, hanging useless at my side. I was close to losing consciousness; I knew that I'd lost a significant amount of blood. It dimly registered, but there was nothing I could do. My body felt like lead, dragging me into the darkness. I distantly heard a voice calling out, and I desperately hoped the man was here to help me, or that he would at least call the police. With that last thought, I ungracefully passed out, falling into the arms of the unknown stranger.
This was pretty short, but I had some free time and no homework to do today. This was not where I was going to go with this story, but it just kinda flowed out onto the page. I hope you all like it. I'd love to hear any suggestions about the plot or improvements I could make. If you read both versions, let me know which was better and if I changed the second one to much. Have a good day, ATormentedAngel out.